The Most Beautiful Demon

The Most Beautiful Demon

Here I lie in the dawn of wake,

a time between mist and a night of fate,

a peculiar demon flew by the glass of the window

and began knocking, knocking,

knocking

for my heart to quake. 

I cried in disbelief,

my face turning ice stone cold,

my blood began killing me,

chilling me, as bitter as the white winter snow.

Yet my heart lingered on as the demon gazed upon,

knocking, knocking,

knocking 

for my soul to wake.

                                                               - december 2011